150 word erotic fiction contest! With prizes!

[oggbashan]

Second one, written since my last post above, has been sent.

Beginnings:

1. Seven score words and ten?

Sir Roger despaired. So few words for a love letter and yet who could inscribe them fairly on parchment?

2. “Don’t push your pork sausage in there! That’s my poop chute!”

 

[oggbashan]

Today is the last day for entries.

 

[_Lynn_]

The latest article . . .

 

[oggbashan]

The latest article . . .

Oops! They're complaining about multiple entries. I sent two.

 

[_Lynn_]

Oops! They're complaining about multiple entries. I sent two.

Others did too, according to the article. But unless I missed it, I haven't found the date they're announcing the winners.

 

[oggbashan]

Today's Update :

150 Shades of Shame: The Home Stretch Is Upon Us
Posted by David Mendez on Sat, Feb 9, 2013 at 7:00 PM

Today is the absolute final day to submit entries for "150 Shades of Shame," our short erotic fiction contest made possible by our friends at Fascinations (If you bought it there, they're going ot love it!)...and thus far, we've had some absolutely incredible entries.

So far, we've had trans-men showing off their collection of toys; Canadians; sex acts on Tucson landmarks; aspiring fiction writers in mall food courts; sex in bathroom stalls; action on dance floors; ghost-inspired copulation; a tribute to one of Tucson Weekly's legendary uncensored ads; a few stories inspired by regular Weekly columns; distracted soft-serve shop employees; medieval-esque fiction; a few instances of same-sex action; a tentacle-inspired sexual situation; a man wearing a wizard hat and a robe; and a whole lot of good-ol' fashioned sexytimes.

All things told, this contest has been more successful than we could have ever imagined...and we don't want to stop here. If you've got a story idea that you've been sitting on, fearing that it's not been good enough to compete with the rest of the stories submitted thus far, worry not. Make it as sexy, hilarious and ridiculous as you can stand, and send it in.

Tomorrow, the judging begins, and over the next few days, we'll begin determining who we'll be featuring in next week's issue of Tucson Weekly.

You've got five hours left, folks. Make 'em count.

 

[oggbashan]

Thank you, DeeZire, for bringing this to the Authors' Hangout.

I've enjoyed entering although I don't think I'm in the running to win, nor could I make much use of the prizes if I did win.

But it has been *interesting* to compete.

 

[_Lynn_]

Thank you, DeeZire, for bringing this to the Authors' Hangout.

I've enjoyed entering although I don't think I'm in the running to win, nor could I make much use of the prizes if I did win.

But it has been *interesting* to compete.

I've had fun as well. Thanks, DeeZire.

Plus, my entry was mentioned in an article, so that made me smile. That's a win already!

 

[oggbashan]

I've had fun as well. Thanks, DeeZire.

Plus, my entry was mentioned in an article, so that made me smile. That's a win already!

So was mine.

My former Creative Writing tutor is jealous. Not only do I get more views on Literotica than she does on the non-erotic site she writes for, but I've been mentioned (and printed) in a magazine in Australia, and now obliquely mentioned in Tucson. Despite her entering many poetry competitions she has only been mentioned in our local newspaper - as a Creative Writing tutor, not as a poet.

I think that her poetry is good but the market for poetry is much smaller than for erotica.

 

[_Lynn_]

So was mine.

My former Creative Writing tutor is jealous. Not only do I get more views on Literotica than she does on the non-erotic site she writes for, but I've been mentioned (and printed) in a magazine in Australia, and now obliquely mentioned in Tucson. Despite her entering many poetry competitions she has only been mentioned in our local newspaper - as a Creative Writing tutor, not as a poet.

I think that her poetry is good but the market for poetry is much smaller than for erotica.

I saw that.

 

[DeeZire]

I did un-suck one of mine enough to enter it. Funny how in a 150 word story, a surprise ending can pop up because of a bit of research done after the piece was started. I had my characters playing a game of Tucson Weekly strip trivia where they had to name writers who had contributed to the rag. My list of names was male-dominated, so I FB messaged their head writer, asking about former women contributors, (who I would have remembered if my fucking C. R. S. wasn't so bad.) He mentioned Barbara Kingslover, a nationally known author who had done a series on the Titan missile silos that surround our area. Titan missiles lead to....

 

[oggbashan]

It seems that the Authors' Hangout has produced a significant percentage of the entries.

Looking at the Tucson Weekly's website, it looks as if they print on Thursdays, so we won't know the results until then.

 

[oggbashan]

Results tomorrow?

 

[steve44uk]

I did un-suck one of mine enough to enter it. Funny how in a 150 word story, a surprise ending can pop up because of a bit of research done after the piece was started. I had my characters playing a game of Tucson Weekly strip trivia where they had to name writers who had contributed to the rag. My list of names was male-dominated, so I FB messaged their head writer, asking about former women contributors, (who I would have remembered if my fucking C. R. S. wasn't so bad.) He mentioned Barbara Kingslover, a nationally known author who had done a series on the Titan missile silos that surround our area. Titan missiles lead to....

"Un-suck..." <snerk>

Good luck to you all today.

 

[oggbashan]

The results have been announced.

I don't feature.

Congratulations to those that won prizes or mentions.

 

[_Lynn_]

The results have been announced.

I don't feature.

Congratulations to those that won prizes or mentions.

Ditto.

 

[oggbashan]

I received a dishonourable mention in the Tucson Weekly's blog for this:

Seven score words and ten?

Sir Roger despaired. So few words for a love letter and yet who could inscribe them fairly on parchment? His clerk wouldn’t. He was celibate and innocent.

Sir Roger couldn’t. He could wield a sword, swing a mean axe, train a warhorse, but had never learned to read and write.

Lady Mary might.

“What do you take me for?” she asked. “A scrivener for the Tucson Weekly? I need payment for such a laborious task.”

Her required payment, in advance, was an hour of cunnilingus followed by a proper Rogering, repeated daily for a week. Paying her bill left Sir Roger weak, his tongue and manhood full sore and limp.

“Why?” Lady Mary asked when Sir Roger dictated the words. “Write a Valentine letter to your mistress? She can’t read. Just fuck her. She’ll get the message.”

Even then, wives had the final word. Fuck.

My other entry didn't feature:

“Don’t push your pork sausage in there! That’s my poop chute!”

“Then where?”

“Didn’t you learn anything in Sex Ed? Or behind the bike sheds? Sex is between piss and shit. There!”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Why do I always attract virgins?”

“Perhaps because you’re such a great teacher?”

“I’m not your teacher. That would be illegal. We are both adults, over twenty one and single.”

“Why?”

“Why what? Stop talking and get on with it. We’re here for coupling not conversing. Oh hell! Roll over. I’ll ride and show you.”

“Sorry!”

“You knocked over the bourbon. Mop it up with last week’s Tucson Weekly. Lie back. Think of something tall and straight.”

***

“It’s not tall and straight anymore.”

“Of course it isn’t. It will recover – soon.”

“We can do it again?”

“Yes. You’ve lost your virginity. All you need now is more practice.”